Weirdfiction Stories

Have you ever caught a shadow moving... ...but felt like it didn't belong to anyone? Samuel has. He's been trying to ignore them for years. Shadows. Shapes. Creatures curled up in the darkest corners of the city. Lately, though, he's started to feel like they've begun noticing him too. Maybe he's just losing his mind. Or maybe he's already stumbled into something far bigger than himself.

One night, a young man misses his exit. What follows seems impossible. A highway that abruptly ends. A diner that sits without customers. Children playing games at midnight. A motorcycle gang that seems to haunt the stretches of the road. As he wanders through a landscape of dreams, memories, and strange encounters, his search for a girl becomes something far more dangerous than it should be. A surreal literary fantasy about obsession, loneliness, and what happens when your world loses meaning.

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

Rowan Mercer has always noticed things other people don't. The crack in a classroom ceiling that looks like a river. The exact number of steps between home and school. The strange student standing alone at the edge of the playground. Nobody else seems to notice him. Then one day, the student vanishes. Not just from school. From everything. Teachers don't remember him. Students don't remember him. Even school records say he never existed. As Rowan searches for answers, they uncover a terrifying secret hidden beneath their town. Shadow-like creatures known as Hollow Ones feed on forgotten memories, lost identities, and the parts of ourselves we hide from the world. Now Rowan must face monsters that erase people from existence while struggling with anxiety, depression, friendship, and the impossible question of who they really are. Because the more Rowan learns about the Hollow Ones... The more they begin to realize the creatures have been watching them all along.

"One story a day" "One-Page Tales" (Ichimai-Banashi) is a live storytelling performance where I draw a picture on a single sheet and, together with the audience, create an improvised story.
As different people add their imagination, the tale escapes anyone's control and unfolds into a strange, unpredictable world. Be careful: reading too seriously may cause a headache. Since 2011, I've performed this across Japan, creating hundreds of tales with thousands of participants. Illustrations by TAMAYA ✨ Want to see more? * Learn about the performance 👉 yusatoweb.com/ichimaibanashi * See the illustrations and stories on Instagram 👉 @ohanashi_ichimaibanashi

//THE FRENCH REVOLUTION // A SOLDIER, FAR FROM HOME // WRITING LETTERS TO A BROTHER WHO MAY BE DEAD // STRANGE THINGS ARE MOVING IN THE WOODS // AND IN THE FEY FORESTS, POWER HOLDS STRANGE TEMPTATIONS From the third season of Wrong Station. Listen to an audio version here: https://podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcast/brumaire/id1190625755?i=1000472740494

Caleb can speak to the wind. It happened a month after the death of Huxley, his red fox friend. The wind said all things come and go and just left in mid sentence. Caleb wasn't so sure, but he wished that the wind didn't scream; it hurt his ears and messes up the lawn and laundry. With the wind beside him, he embarks on an adventure where the adults will not go, cannot go. A #justwriteit story for the #Onceuponnow theme.

This wild mixture of martial arts, weird fiction, and visceral body horror follows an MMA fighter who struggles against dark magic to maintain his soul, even as he becomes a monster.

Conto de terror psicológico/weird fiction, não posso dar mais muitos detalhes sem dar spoilers também. Leia e vai descobrir...

A collection of short stories inspired by the Inktober52 2025 prompt list. A mix of fantasy, sci-fi and cosmic horror. Cover Art by SabrinaNox on DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/sabrinanox/art/Gate-to-Carcosa-938727764 Used under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-No Derivatives Works 3.0 License: https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/

An excavation in the northern hemisphere, conducted in the mid 19th century, goes terribly wrong when a uniform of adventurers find a most disturbing identity frozen in ice, and which threatens the history of earth and humankind forever.

They had always had their differences, as brothers. Maybe those differences will save them, as a storm, rages up the coast. Is there some unknown killer using the storm, as cover?

Three unrelated flash fiction bites.

My attempts at writing some weird stuff :)

A reporter investigates the sudden disappearance of a young girl, only to find a family and their house might play a bigger part than they let on. Includes an author's note on the story.

A collection of short stories inspired by the Inktober 2023 prompt list. A mix of fantasy, sci-fi and cosmic horror.

DISCLAIMER - This is not a traditional narrative. The narrative structure tilts toward documentary/archive file-style storytelling but a very informal epistolary. The following are symbolic accounts recording ideas as if they were things-and deeper or vast than that, an eldritch. Three ancient metaphysical entities: Law, Power, and Void are symbolic forces that shaped narrative and existence but primarily, meta. The root forces that sculpt the very idea of meta itself. These entries are intended to enlighten, disrupt perception, and survey what exists outside of conventional storytelling.

«Qatnab sits on her throne of books, guarding the last threads of reason. Somewhere beyond the shelves, a single Hen mocks the universe's logic - laying paradoxes instead of eggs, poisoning every truth it touches. Qatnab hunts it through stories, through dreams, through cracks in the world - the cosmic librarian against the living contradiction. A surreal flash-fiction experiment: absurd, darkly funny, and sharp enough to slice your comfort zone. Read carefully. The Hen is still loose.»

There's a door in my childhood home that was never supposed to be opened.

A strange mask. A stubborn girl. A warning they should've listened to. Six months later, something in Partho's apartment won't stop bleating.